Love (காமத்துப்பால்) The Post-marital love
When lonely and complaining about absence.
Maraippenman Yaaniqdho Noyai IraippavarkkuOotruneer Pola Mikum
I would hide this pain from others; but it (only) swells like a spring to those who drain it
I would my pain conceal, but see! it surging swells, As streams to those that draw from ever-springing wells
G. U. Pope, 1886
Karaththalum Aatrenin Noyainoi SeydhaarkkuUraiththalum Naanuth Tharum
I cannot conceal this pain, nor can I relate it without shame to him who has caused it
I cannot hide this pain of mine, yet shame restrainsWhen I would tell it out to him who caused my pains
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kaamamum Naanum Uyirkaavaath ThoongumenNonaa Utampin Akaththu
(Both) lust and shame, with my soul for their shoulder pole balance themselves on a body that cannot bear them
My soul, like porter's pole, within my wearied frame, Sustains a two-fold burthen poised, of love and shame
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kaamak Katalmannum Unte AdhuneendhumEmap Punaimannum Il
There is indeed a flood of lust; but there is no raft of safety to cross it with
A sea of love, 'tis true, I see stretched out before, But not the trusty bark that wafts to yonder shore
G. U. Pope, 1886
Thuppin Evanaavar Mankol ThuyarvaravuNatpinul Aatru Pavar
What will they prove when angry tempests lower?
Who work us woe in friendship's trustful hour, What will they prove when angry tempests lower
G. U. Pope, 1886
Inpam Katalmatruk Kaamam AqdhatungaalThunpam Adhanir Peridhu
The pleasure of lust is (as great as) the sea; but the pain of lust is far greater
A happy love 's sea of joy; but mightier sorrows rollFrom unpropitious love athwart the troubled soul
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kaamak Katumpunal Neendhik KaraikaanenYaamaththum Yaane Ulen
I have swam across the terrible flood of lust, but have not seen its shore; even at midnight I am alone; still I live
I swim the cruel tide of love, and can no shore descry, In watches of the night, too, 'mid the waters, only I
G. U. Pope, 1886
Mannuyir Ellaam Thuyitri AliththiraaEnnalladhu Illai Thunai
The night which graciously lulls to sleep all living creatures, has me alone for her companion
All living souls in slumber soft she steeps; But me alone kind night for her companing keeps
G. U. Pope, 1886
Kotiyaar Kotumaiyin Thaamkotiya InnaalNetiya Kazhiyum Iraa
The long nights of these days are far more cruel than the heartless one who is torturing me
More cruel than the cruelty of him, the cruel one, In these sad times are lengthening hours of night I watch alone
G. U. Pope, 1886
Ullampondru Ulvazhich Chelkirpin VellaneerNeendhala Mannoen Kan
Could mine eyes travel like my thoughts to the abode (of my absent lord), they would not swim in this flood of tears
When eye of mine would as my soul go forth to him, It knows not how through floods of its own tears to swim
G. U. Pope, 1886
